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Now
the
thumper
’
s
deep
drumming
blended
with
the
hiss
of
the
approaching
worm
.
Paul
breathed
deeply
,
smelling
mineral
bitterness
of
sand
even
through
his
filters
.
The
wild
maker
,
the
old
man
of
the
desert
,
loomed
almost
on
him
.
Its
cresting
front
segments
threw
a
sandwave
that
would
sweep
across
his
knees
.
Come
up
,
you
lovely
monster
,
he
thought
.
Up
.
You
hear
me
calling
.
Come
up
.
Come
up
.
The
wave
lifted
his
feet
.
Surface
dust
swept
across
him
.
He
steadied
himself
,
his
world
dominated
by
the
passage
of
that
sand
-
clouded
curving
wall
,
that
segmented
cliff
,
the
ring
lines
sharply
defined
in
it
.
Paul
lifted
his
hooks
,
sighted
along
them
,
leaned
in
.
He
felt
them
bite
and
pull
.
He
leaped
upward
,
planting
his
feet
against
that
wall
,
leaning
out
against
the
clinging
barbs
.
This
was
the
true
instant
of
the
testing
:
if
he
had
planted
the
hooks
correctly
at
the
leading
edge
of
a
ring
segment
,
opening
the
segment
,
the
worm
would
not
roll
down
and
crush
him
.
The
worm
slowed
.
It
glided
across
the
thumper
,
silencing
it
.
Slowly
,
it
began
to
roll
—
up
,
up
—
bringing
those
irritant
barbs
as
high
as
possible
,
away
from
the
sand
that
threatened
the
soft
inner
lapping
of
its
ring
segment
.
Paul
found
himself
riding
upright
atop
the
worm
.
He
felt
exultant
,
like
an
emperor
surveying
his
world
.
He
suppressed
a
sudden
urge
to
cavort
there
,
to
turn
the
worm
,
to
show
off
his
mastery
of
this
creature
.
Suddenly
he
understood
why
Stilgar
had
warned
him
once
about
brash
young
men
who
danced
and
played
with
these
monsters
,
doing
handstands
on
their
backs
,
removing
both
hooks
and
replanting
them
before
the
worm
could
spill
them
.
Leaving
one
hook
in
place
,
Paul
released
the
other
and
planted
it
lower
down
the
side
.
When
the
second
hook
was
firm
and
tested
,
he
brought
down
the
first
one
,
thus
worked
his
way
down
the
side
.
The
maker
rolled
,
and
as
it
rolled
,
it
turned
,
coming
around
the
sweep
of
flour
sand
where
the
others
waited
.
Paul
saw
them
come
up
,
using
their
hooks
to
climb
,
but
avoiding
the
sensitive
ring
edges
until
they
were
on
top
.
They
rode
at
last
in
a
triple
line
behind
him
,
steadied
against
their
hooks
.
Stilgar
moved
up
through
the
ranks
,
checked
the
positioning
of
Paul
’
s
hooks
,
glanced
up
at
Paul
’
s
smiling
face
.
